Number 3 in the series of 4 of my Master's Degree works. Our birth has occurred. We are bound by the sterile demands of the world-the white garment. We have taken on an identity. But the fear that women describe of looking into a mirror one day and seeing nothing is an allegory of non-identity, which also reveals a fear of desertion, of dependence upon an insufficiently integrated self. A lot of women suffer, some greatly, from this lack of ego. Although given a personality, they never seem to fully explore the depths of themselves. Many create a face to be offered to the general public; mine is symbolized here by a little sensual, sensitive mouth. This face is not always a false front. It can be true to the personality, but it remains the demarcation sometimes, of the depth the world is allowed to penetrate. There are no eyes, the windows to the soul. The dangers of life are evident in the sharp little point upon the large circular saw-like blade image near her neck. There are no hands able to protect her-the ties of the world keep them restrained. However, that circle also can represent her womb, the entirety of her life or the world, all of which tie her down, hence her off-balance pose. But is there hope? Yes, the bright yellow light from above and behind her is her redemption and is already obscuring the danger.
This painting is digitally altered with a texture.
This painting has been featured in the Fine Art America/Pixels group board: Out of the Ordinary 1 A Day 01/24/2021
March 22nd, 2014
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